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Sat, 04 May 2013 22:49:11 +0300

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Wed, 01 May 2013 08:36:00 +0300

"It isn’t that I like it and I don’t like it—that’s too simple. Or, if you will, it isn’t “both yes..."

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 07:55:48 +0300

“It isn’t that I like it and I don’t like it—that’s too simple. Or, if you will, it isn’t “both yes and no.” It’s “this but also that.” I’d love to settle in on a strong feeling or reaction. But, having seen whatever I see, my mind keeps on going and I see something else. It’s that I quickly see the limitations of whatever I say or whatever judgment I make about anything. There’s a wonderful remark of Henry James: “Nothing is my last word on anything.” There’s always more to be said, more to be felt.”

- Susan Sontag: Paris Review - The Art of Fiction No. 143 (via markrichardson)

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Fri, 19 Apr 2013 13:41:27 +0300

#colors - @ioana_cis- #webstagram

Thu, 01 Nov 2012 10:03:00 +0200

#colors - @ioana_cis- #webstagram

How cute is this placemat? And the goose consommé was lovely. -...

Thu, 01 Nov 2012 10:01:00 +0200

How cute is this placemat? And the goose consommé was lovely. - @kathrynmcgr- #webstagram

Nice chill atmosphere even if it rains :) - @andreeasoleriu-...

Wed, 13 Jun 2012 19:52:00 +0300

Nice chill atmosphere even if it rains :) - @andreeasoleriu- #webstagram

Some pictures taken in 2012.

Thu, 07 Jun 2012 07:08:00 +0300

Some pictures taken in 2012.

"Pensar, analizar, inventar, no son actos anómalos, son la normal respiración de la inteligencia."

Fri, 25 May 2012 16:00:29 +0300

“Pensar, analizar, inventar, no son actos anómalos, son la normal respiración de la inteligencia.”

- Jorge Luis Borges (via weirdworld-marco)

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without..."

Sat, 04 Feb 2012 08:54:23 +0200

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way.”

- Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via fuckyeahneruda)

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Fri, 03 Feb 2012 22:52:55 +0200

"I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent, and you hear me from far away and my..."

Fri, 03 Feb 2012 22:41:00 +0200

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I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.

As all things are filled with my soul
you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,
and you are like the word Melancholy.

I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.
It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:
Let me come to be still in your silence.

And let me talk to you with your silence
that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.
You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations.
Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
distant and full of sorrow as though you had died.
One word then, one smile, is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it’s not true.

”

- Pablo Neruda

Lovely :)

Fri, 03 Feb 2012 22:05:06 +0200

Lovely :)

"And if you didn’t fall in love with the inconvenience that truth entails, you would never grow..."

Fri, 03 Feb 2012 21:54:27 +0200

“And if you didn’t fall in love with the inconvenience that truth entails, you would never grow or change, because that’s all love is for. Shows up unannounced, rips you into tiny pieces, puts you back together slightly better than you were before.”

- Jacob Clifton